"Yes, I will have to talk with him further." Calia seemed to relax her shoulders slightly. "Well, Ahnasha, this lycanthropy matter is all very vexing, but...although it has brought you and Fendros into situations that I might disapprove of for raising a family, I count it as fortunate that this early chapter of his life has been far less than disastrous. Though you are Khajiit, you are cleverer and more determined than I had granted you credit for." She shuffled to the edge of her seat in preparation for standing up. "Do you have anything else you wish to ask me? I am in no rush, but I intend to speak with Meesei before we part ways today."

Janius cradled Newt on the pew for as long as he needed to. Even if Newt ended up falling asleep, Janius was not adverse to carrying him back to camp after things wrapped up in the temple.

With Janius so occupied, Monderyn could not simply strike up conversation with him again to avoid interacting with Rhazii. He stood in place and let out an exasperated breath. He raised one arm to his neck and caught Fendros' eye. This, whether Monderyn liked it or not, prompted Fendros to approach with Rhazii in tow.

Fendros sat down with Rhazii on a closer pew to Monderyn and called out. "Come and sit with us, brother! Why don't you tell Rhazii what it was like between us when we were growing up?"

"I have no choice, don't I?" Monderyn mumbled just loud enough for Meesei to hear. "Okay," he answered. A few paces took him to a seat on the pew. Rhazii sat between Monderyn and Fendros, looking up at Monderyn with his big red eyes. Monderyn tried a smile and began. "Well, you must be, what? Less than four years old, Rhazii? Let's see, it was a long time since Fendros and I were so young." Monderyn stopped to think for a second. "You are bigger than Newt, I can see that. I think Fendros and I were similar. Do you know how many years older than me he is?"